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One man told tales of gore terrible to hear in
such peaceful surroundings. After his coming the
dining-room smelt like a perfumery shop, so that
we thought he must be in the perfumery line.
But as he talked he launched us all upon a sea of
blood. He in fancy fought now with men, now
with beasts. He defied us to our faces. Give
him a horse he couldn’t subdue, indeed ! And
with knit brows and clenched fist he struggled
again for our benefit with a famous steed, the
officers in his regiment called un vrai diable.-
“ I will master it if I pay with my life. The
blood flows from my ears, my eyes, my nose, my
mouth ! I faint. A man, who sees me fall, cries,
‘ There lies a corpse ! ’ I am in bed for a week.
But, Dame, now a child can ride that horse.”
—His next battle we had the awful pleasure to
witness was with the landlady. It was in the
morning. She sat in the court-yard; he brushed
his hair at an upper window. She had forgotten
to call him. Here was a pretty state of things ; he
would miss his train. Well, if he did, he would
come back, and-We lost the rest as he dis-
appeared towards his dressing-table. We thought
of the mastered horse, and shuddered. But the
landlady bore it calmly.---
Et bien ! what was to be done with a man who,
when
One man told tales of gore terrible to hear in
such peaceful surroundings. After his coming the
dining-room smelt like a perfumery shop, so that
we thought he must be in the perfumery line.
But as he talked he launched us all upon a sea of
blood. He in fancy fought now with men, now
with beasts. He defied us to our faces. Give
him a horse he couldn’t subdue, indeed ! And
with knit brows and clenched fist he struggled
again for our benefit with a famous steed, the
officers in his regiment called un vrai diable.-
“ I will master it if I pay with my life. The
blood flows from my ears, my eyes, my nose, my
mouth ! I faint. A man, who sees me fall, cries,
‘ There lies a corpse ! ’ I am in bed for a week.
But, Dame, now a child can ride that horse.”
—His next battle we had the awful pleasure to
witness was with the landlady. It was in the
morning. She sat in the court-yard; he brushed
his hair at an upper window. She had forgotten
to call him. Here was a pretty state of things ; he
would miss his train. Well, if he did, he would
come back, and-We lost the rest as he dis-
appeared towards his dressing-table. We thought
of the mastered horse, and shuddered. But the
landlady bore it calmly.---
Et bien ! what was to be done with a man who,
when